Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cuba and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Doors to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
The Martian,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
David Axelrod,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.